That's oh-be-GUY-n, not oh-be-GIN, as some (primarily people from Texas) would like to refer to my chosen profession. Although, working in this field can sometimes cause one to develop a penchant for gin...hmmm.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

And two more months slipped away...

Happy Belated New Year, blog and blog friends! I will spare you the "busy, busy" rigmarole because you've heard it all before. Needless to say, it hardly seems real that the last time I logged on to post anything on the blog was back in October! Life and time have continued to move forward at the speed of light. Over the holidays we (or, more precisely, our builder) finished building the house, we closed (i.e. hemorrhaged money), and then, for extra fun, we moved in...the week before Christmas. Why (you ask incredulously)? Because I'm insane (in the membrane...er, sorry), apparently, and, more accurately, because I already had requested that week off in order to (HA, HA!) relax the week before Christmas. To add to the fun (and this torture was completely self-inflicted, by the way), we just didn't feel *right* about depriving poor little CindyLou and Bean of a Christmas tree and decorations until the week before Christmas (think of the *children!), so we bought a tree for the rental, decorated it and the rental house (including the outside, of course!), undecorated, bought a new tree for the new house, and the decorated the new house once again. I cannot vouch for my mental stability, that bit of madness was unbelievably ill-advised. Regardless, despite several snags, we arrived safely and soundly in the new house before Christmas. Santa even found us and everything! Whew!

So now, I am digging out of boxes, cursing the paper clutter and all of the things that can't be thrown away, but do not yet have a "home." Paper clutter is my true nemesis. We all love the new house. It is so nice to be in a home that is truly "ours" from the very start. Cindy Lou's bedroom is bedecked in lavenders, pinks, and fairies. Bean's is bathed in blues, "Cars" characters, and, let's not forget, monster trucks. We are very happy here, which is good, because (hear this internets) I AM NEVER MOVING AGAIN! (I hope.)

Work is going well, getting back into full swing since the holidays. I find I have so much less to complain about these days. Likely because I am not much on the front lines any more (no more midnight phone calls about cough syrup selection), I am getting more sleep, and more weekends off to play and love on my sweet little family. I still have the occasional fist-clenching moments, like the two sisters, due a week apart. The younger went into labor first, even though the older was *due* first, and the older got so p*ssed off she *refused* to come to the hospital bedside to support her sister. I mean, *dammit* she *always* gets *her* way. (These are grown ass women we are talking about here, you wouldn't believe the adolescent machinations, mostly on the part of the older sister.) Younger sister's baby ended up having an unknown health problem after delivery, which would have made me feel like a criminal that I wasn't there for *my* sister during that time. Older sister's baby was born about a week later and was *perfect,* and I got the vague impression she was feeling quite smug and justified about that. Sad, sad, sad.

There was also the patient whose MIL jumped all over me when, after going to have a "for fun" ultrasound where the US tech said the cord *might* be around or near the baby's neck, I tried to explain that, if indeed the cord was around the neck, there was not a thing in the world I could do about it! I spent 30 minutes with the patient and her MIL, even obtained a (completely normal and beautifully reactive) NST. At the MIL's visit to my partner the next week (for her own medical care) she expressed to them how I just "rushed" them right through the appointment, and how her DIL needed "more TLC" from our practice. GAH! The unmitigated *gall* of that woman! I give up. Haven't seen her or DIL since, and I'm not crying about that one little bit.

So anyway, time marches on...double numbers are luck for me, so I think 2011 is going to be a good one. Maybe, just maybe, I can lose the rest of that weight, organize my life, de-clutter, become a great cook, run a marathon, found a charity organization, and still find the time to be the world's best wife, mother, and doctor. Hmmmmm, probably not! Good to be back, and I hope to write more in the coming year. Hope you are still out there and listening!

11 comments:

My son was stillborn in June 2010 and I have had 2 miscarriages since then. Having gone through what I've been through, and continue to go through, I find it so frustrating when I hear pregnant women complaining about petty things, like the younger sister has the baby first and the older sister is annoyed/jealous. They are lucky both of their babies lived (I hope that the problem the one baby has isn't serious). People just take it for granted that once they pass 12 weeks, their baby will live.

Sounds like you did what I would like to have done if I was told that the cord might be around my baby's neck. I think it is pretty nice that you spent 30 minutes with them.

Glad that your house is finished and hopefully the craziness of the construction and moving is over. We moved 4 months ago and still have unpacked boxes in the basement.

Good golly... I guess I am thankful that my MIL is an obstetrics nurse manager at my birth care center, so it would never occur to her to make such a fuss over something that no one could do anything about.

And, though the people I know might dispute it, my umbilical cord was around my neck six times at birth (37 years ago) and I'm just fine, thank you.

I personally had the pleasure of a very wonderful and very quick OB visit today -- 22 weeks, 2 days with di-di twin girls, both measuring spot on and held in by a 5cm cervix as they swim away in plenty of amniotic fluid. Doc pronounced me "perfect if it was just one" and "extra perfect for twins." Now I just hope they both stay head down...

Was that MIL in anyway related to my MIL? That'd be why I avoided her my entire pregnancy, and to be honest every since. I feel so bad for whoever has to care for my SIL with her and MIL teamed up they'd put those stories to shame.

I check in often and it always makes me feel better to see a new post! I'm trying to find out what I want to do "what I grow up" and I'm leaning very heavily toward being an Ob/Gyn. I'm just terrified of the way it will affect my eventual family. Your blog kinda brings me some comfort. I can see how you and your family have "made it" even through all the stress. If you ever have ANY kind of TIPS for a hopeful like me, please do NOT hesitate to share =)

Wow, those sisters make me really sad. How neat to think that you would could go through pregnancy right alongside your sister and then have little cousins just a few days apart from each other. That could have been an amazing story for them one day and they ruined it with their petty attitudes. Sad.